Sorry for such a long wait on this story! It's getting more complicated and I needed to plan what was going to happen but I have an idea of where it's going now. I hope you guys still keep reading! Comments are always welcomed. And again, this is my story, so who I decide to pair together I do it intentionally. I personally didn't like Harry with Ginny. I just didn't feel the connection there, but other than that I hope you guys can enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it :)

Silvia

Harry's head was spinning with possible ideas of how Voldmort had survived the battle of Hogwarts. The quill was writing on its own, quickly scribbling everything Harry was thinking.

His office was dim, the only source of light the candle near him. Books were scattered all over the floor, and panels from old Prophet articles were tapped behind his desk, against a bulletin board. He hadn't left his office for nearly three days now, only to shower and eat. The doctors had said nothing new about Ron, only that his condition seemed to stay stable.

"Dammit, what am I not seeing?" he asked himself, angrily. He hadn't confided in anyone, not even Kingsley, the Minister of Magic. He had another job to do for him, but he didn't think it was important enough to keep him from this. He was the head of Auror's now. He could do as he pleased.

If only Hermione had agreed to help him. She had always been the brain of the group. She saw things that they overlooked. Harry had always told her she would make a great Auror, but she insisted that wasn't for her.

"Harry?"

He looked up, rubbing his eyes. He was so tired. Neville stood in front of him, holding a brown bag. He had grown up during the years, now a handsome man, tall lean and a total opposite of the young boy he had grown up with.

Harry quickly placed a book on top of his notes, not wanting Neville to see it.

"Yeah?"

"I thought I'd bring you some lunch. Ginny dropped me off a second batch of rice pudding and tomato salad. I thought you might want some. You've been in here too long." Neville said, dropping the bag on his desk. "What are you doing exactly?"

Harry grabbed the bag, not knowing how hungry he was. He reached inside and the smell of cinnamon hit him instantly. He heard his stomach grumble.

"Thanks Neville," he said, taking the contents out of the brown bag.

"Let me help you." Neville said quietly, taking a seat on the leather chair opposite of Harry.

"How do you know I need help?" he asked, grabbing a cherry tomato with his fingers and placing it in his mouth.

"Between me and you, I spoke with Hermione."

Harry almost choked. He coughed, surprised.

"She told you?"

Neville nodded. "I can be of help Harry. You know I can."

Harry couldn't feel a little angry. Hermione had gone without his permission and disclosed some personal information without his permission.

"Neville, this is-"

"I know, dangerous. But I think I've proven how well I handled him last time." Neville said, his face determined. He was right. Harry had seen how well Neville had stood at the battle of Hogwarts. He'd be stupid not to let him in on this.

"All right, point taken." Harry said, sighing.